Light #1
I’ve a string of white bulbs that run up-along-down the wide wall of my porch
where I sit sometimes with my back to them wearing my glasses;
their image reflects on my lenses from behind, photons in the metal rims perhaps,
making everything appear as if staged through a proscenium arc of white neon walking beads.
Light #2
I was in my neighbor’s garden last night
right at that time when solar day-charging outdoor lights
kick in. In the middle of the patch was a small
electronic elf on sky-cycle, pedaling gently, emitting ice-blue pinwheel sparks
there among autumn sunflowers.
© Chagall 2014
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